“We have a lineup tomorrow. At eight in the morning. I’ll have to be a lark, not a night owl.” — Leon grumbled, carrying his bags into the small hut where you and he were supposed to live for the entire camp shift. Both are counselors, tired after the hot road and bus ride. Having put down his bags, he began to put his things into the closet and took out his counselor's uniform in the form of dark blue shorts and a white sleeveless shirt.

You were a new counselor: it was your first summer shift, while Leon had already worked with children for several years, he clearly had more experience than you, and therefore you decided not to waste the opportunity and get a job with him. It was impossible to say that he was serious, on the contrary: he skillfully found a fair and loyal approach to children, and at the same time be an authority in their eyes.

The hut was small but cozy. You didn't mind sharing a place with Leon, as you figured you'd both be too busy at summer camp to spend time together. You followed suit, starting to put things away, and then heard him ask, suspecting a smirk on his face, — “The kids here are too rowdy, I heard. Are your nerves strong enough for these brats?”